Orang Gila

Mana mungkin orang gila mengaku diri mereka gila.
Mereka akan berkata orang yang mengatakan mereka itu gila adalah orang gila yang sebenarnya.

Siapa yang gila?
Hari-hari aku makan nasi bungkus RM4.50.
Sungguh bosan.
Aku sedih, hampa dan kecewa.
Dengan diriku sendiri.
Tanpa hala tuju.
Malam ini aku hampir di langgar sejibik kereta.
Pukimak sial babi anjing gila.
Karenah manusia.
Penat memikirkannya.
Orang gila belum tentu gila.
Gila bola.

Malam Menjadi Malam

Malam tadi adalah malam pertama aku memutar-belitkan kota Bintulu.
Entah mengapa aku merasakan bahawa kota Bintulu sungguh seram.
Mungkin kerana tiada teman bersama aku.
Aku menungang motosikal sekitar kota tersebut.
Sampah sarap bergelimpangan di tepi jalan.
Pecutan kereta bagaikan dunia di hujung tanduk.
Setibanya aku di sebuah lampu isyarat, aku merasa hairan.
Melihat lampu isyarat berwarna hijau akan tetapi sebuah kereta Viva La Vida Loca tidak bergerak.
Di dalamnya kelihatan 2 orang lelaki.
Apakah yang mereka lakukan?
Adakah mereka melakukan maksiat sesama jenis?
Erm...
Tiada komen untuk tugasan tersebut.
Aku terus bergerak ke pasar malam.
Di situ sahaja aku berbelanja sebanyak RM11.00.
Cukuplah untuk malam ini.
Aku masih ada RM6.00 untuk hari esok.
Ribut melanda di dalam perjalanan pulang.
Nasib aku selamat tiba.
Aku makan dan makan sambil menonton cerita Tangkai Jering.
Aku hidup tanpa perasaan.
Makanan aku tidak enak langsung.
Aku cirit-birit untuk semalaman.
Sekian.
Terima kasihan.

www.ilovemoney.com

Hari ini mahu menceritakan tentang duit.
Aku bukanlah orangnya kaya.
Dan aku bukannya seorang yang miskin.
Aku orangnya yang sedang-sedang sahaja.
Tapi...
Kenapa ada manusia yang rakus.
Dinodai dengan duit ataupun wang ringgit.
Aku tiada kereta.
Aku tiada rumah.
Yang aku ada cumalah gitar elektrik, amp gitar tersebut dan keyboard.
Itu sajalah yang aku ada.
Itu pun dengan duit gaji yang aku perolehi.
Setahun barulah aku mampu membeli segalanya.
Kau anak orang kaya.
Kau ada kereta sukan.
Aku mana ada.
Aku naik motosikal bapaku berplat nombor QT64.
Nombor sahaja yang cantik.
Itupun dibeli sebagai tangan yang kedua.
Mana ada perempuan mahu naik motosikal dengan aku.
Kalau laki-laki mungkin akan memperbodohkan diri aku ini.
Bapa mereka kerja sebagai orang minyak.
Bapa aku memasak dengan minyak masak.
Sungguh berbeza.
Yang pasti.
Kalau aku kaya.
Kau adalah roti bantal.
Sedap.

Rain Drain To The Riverpool

An emotion.

Strong affection.
Personal attachment.
This is the virtue of human kindness and compassion.
Friendship and relationship as oneness.
That is the art to touch.

Joke In The Middle Third

Swim into the river.
Would you dry after a fever.
Forever we dive.
We live in our life.
A quacking duck crumble on you leg.
Don't be a fake.
Liar talk as he smile again.
Don't you smell what the rock is cooking.
Northern rockers is only a name of few.
Don't put up yourself into that curfew.
Our life is our bread.
Without wine how to celebrate.
On the third day he gave us the roses.
Jesus come to save us.
Do rest in peace.
May God bless you always.

Brand Or Brain

Black or white.
Who got the power?
Racial problem?
Not the issue.
In Africa when Nelson Mandela stand against Apartheid.
That is the real racial problem.
When black get into white.
Yellow and brown left behind.
The truth is.
Black is not a colour.

Friends

Hi!

How are you?
Hello!
Goodbye...

Seorang Kumbang Bernama Dinosaur

May 2009
Aku mula melancarkan rocket blog ini.
Aku sebenarnya mempunyai blog yang lain sebelum ini.
Yang pertama adalah untuk band aku dulu.
Nama band tersebut adalah St. Petersburg.
Tapi sudah masuk kubur.
Sempat rakam 4 lagu sahaja.
Lepas itu blog cinta.
Hahaha...
Kisah cinta zaman kolej.
Aku cakap aku tak nak bercinta lepas itu.
Memang betul pun.

Masa itulah.
Selepas itu.
Aku gunakan laman blog ini.
Beberapa bulan selepas menghidap penyakit Mirian.
Kerana aku kerja di Miri.
Ketika itulah.
Sebenarnya aku nak bercerita tentang seorang kumbang bernama Dinosaur.
Setibanya aku di Miri, aku menelefon Dinosaur dan berkata esok aku akan mencari dirimu.
Aku pun berjumpa dengan si Dinosaur tersebut.
Kami melepak dan merempat di mana jua anda berada.
Entahlah.
Aku merasa sungguh serasi ketika bersamanya.
Hey!
Ini bukan kisah cintalah.
Hari demi hari dan masa kian berlalu.
Aku di sini.
Engkau di sana.
Poster Anyone in Hollymood tersebut adalah hasil kerja Dinosaur.
Terima kasih cikgu.
Kini aku merasakan sesuatu telah berlaku di antara kami berdua.
Aku tidak tahu bahawa aku pernah melakukan kesalahan terhadap dirinya.
Aku meminta maaf sangat-sangat kalau aku pernah menyakiti hatimu Dinosaur.
Lebih daripada setahun kami tidak berhubung.
Pernah aku meninggalkan pesanan ringkas kepada dirinya.
Namun tidak terbalas.
Aku merasakan bahawa aku hanya menganggu Dinosaur jika aku menelefonnya.
Kerana apa yang aku katakan tidaklah terlalu penting.
Cubalah Dinosaur membaca blog aku ini.
Semoga Dinosaur berjaya di sana.
Sekarang aku di Bintulu.
Sebenarnya.
Aku sudah lama merindui Dinosaur.
Adakah diriku bersalah?
Ataupun diriku berubah?
Aku tak tahu.
Hey Dinosaur.
Where are you?

Every Morning We Say Goodbye

Suatu ketika dahulu.
Ketika diriku berdiri di antara langit dan bumi.
Manusia di sekeliling mengutuk diriku.
Mencaci dan memaki hamun diriku.
Aku memang sengaja.
Melakukannya.
Untuk membalas dendam.

Manusia.
Dilahirkan untuk melakukan kesilapan.
Siapakah yang tidak pernah melakukan kesilapan?
Aku tidak pernah menyesal.
Namun aku meminta maaf.
Kepada keluargaku dan keluargamu.
Pada hari ini.
Aku mencari ruang.
Untuk aku bergerak bebas.
Tanpa dikasari oleh embun pagi.
Dirimu dan diriku kini kian dewasa.
Tiada niatku untuk memberi beban terhadap dirimu.
Kerana aku memerlukannya.
Setiap manusia juga memerlukannya.
Kenapa aku?
Tidak pernah berjaya.
Mempunyai cita-cita.
Aku pemalas dan pengotor.
Bagaimana dengan dirimu?
Apa kurangnya?
Dirimu memang bijak.
Belajar sehingga langit yang ke 7.
Aku?
Tamat belajar dan mencari kerja.
Pernah juga kerja mencari aku.
Aku tolak.
Dan terjatuh.
Kerana itu bukan yang aku cari.
Aku pandai bercakap.
Hanya merapu macam ikan kerapu.
Sehingga hari ini aku belum menjumpai apa yang aku inginkan.
Sehingga usia separuh nyawa barulah akan aku fikirkan.
Noktah.

Revolutionary Stop The Machine

Speak it loud.
Shout it out.
That is what they want to do.
What they want to be.
A group of monk with the key to success.
This is my divergence of my life.
Changing my way of lies.
Move away from my town.
Heading to an oil town once again.
Em...
The food that expensive as oil.
Without real life to see.
Save some money.
Hah-aha...
For me, in Kuala Lumpur you will see it all.
You can get your life.
Although the food and drink is that expensive.
But that is life.
This life just like a gas.
We can't see the reality of our life yet.
There is someway somehow we will get used into it.
Yeah...
Turn to the left and to the right.
A blockade on your way.
End up we still here.
Standing alone maybe.
Or maybe not.
For some of them, life is worthless.
But some of them did say it wrathful.
Undermine the bullock.
Set your target.
Where you will be next?
Not here or there.
For me, i would like to be everywhere.
Hittite.
God Bless.

Back To A Mary's Car Company

What a buzz?

What a fuss?
Now i'm back to black.
For a century life.
Uncle Sam hear no more.
A busy day but not today.
Make up your mind for just a few day.
Don't you dance on that bench.
A trend not a trance.
Trust no more, lust for more.
Nothing last forever but we live together.
Peace of word not for your word.
For the people we rise in this world.
Amy Winehouse in The 27 Club.
For real, it's not a pub.
Amitabh Bachchan.

The Labour Party

Where Is The Labour Law?

Oh Sorry.
We Only The Workers Here.

Let Me Down All Night Long

Don't steal my street.

I will keep your secret under the pillow.
Let me inside no cause at all.
I promise to you no harm tonight.
For anyone today we get together.
Don't let me down.
Watching your movie with those light.
Storm outside pour you down.
You can cross the line without fire.
Nobody feel like this.
There is nobody.
I could give you.
My soul and my blood.
I'm not your perfect match.
No party no more.
I got to go on.
You can stay if you want to.
Only with the wild.
You can shoot me.
But not me.
I don't wanna be yesterday hero.
As we can't get together now.
All this while don't you feel bad in my shoe.
This is my face.
Just be what you wanna be.

Daytime Dramatic Movement

Late night.

I fall to you.
When you say nothing at all.
From down below the par.
I'm really need you now.
Luckily you will back.
Back for more.
Can't wait for it.
When you said your word.
I'm really into you.
And only you.
When the candle without wind.
Which will burn us down.
What a day.
For me and for you.
To dream of you.

The People's Free Movement

Hello World.

I have been missing a lot of stuff right here.
Put up myself into lazy mode of blogging.
But nevermind.
At least today we gonna get something new.
To talk about democrazy here in Sarawak.
Where me myself don't believe in 2 party system where today we have Barisan Nasional dan Pakatan Rakyat.
But for sure we still need our 3rd Force unit where can put up some pressure between those 2 party.
Here come Malaysian Civil Liberties Movement led by Haris Ibrahim as the President and Raja Petra Kamarudin as the Chairman.
As in Borneo we also have the 3rd Force led by Jeffrey Kitingan so called United Borneo Front.
Hopefully that they can make a good move in change to our country.
This is what happened to United States where they don't have enough voice to put down the government, whenever the government change from Democrats to the Republican, the policy of the States still the same.
As they themselves wanna play the save game.
From the 3rd force where the people can stand along.
Same goes to the NGOs here today.
They also can be called as the 3rd force.
But some of them have been tied up so can't move for the people.
Yeah...
Probably next i will make a move too.
The People's Free Movement for all.

We Care, We Share

Help Us To Help Others.
Who are they?
They help us a lot.
In a way as a human right fighters.
What should we do?
Just looking around?
Or to be human and support each other.
Human never change.
Promise just a promise.
No more than that.
What a big mistake.
Don't be a dancer if you can't dance.
Fight for your right.
Our right for real.
Please Stand On Your Ground.

Good Die

Konsekuensi Menegakkan Konstitusi.
Dimanakah Konsekuensi?
Dimanakah Konstitusi?
Malaysia atau Malay-saja?

We should be Malaysian Malaysia.

Read Reading Broke

A festival for family and friends.
Lunch break with those bread.
Break it up into two pieces.
Which way you go?
You see me.
Draw on your board.
Destroy the work.
Art is not about clear.
Can you see something that no one can be there.
Take it away.
The book left alone.
Where are you?
Help me.
Help me.
I claim to you.
Please be calm.
The wall to high.
As the Berlin wall ever stood still.
You will be my partner.
Done.

Red Red Hot

Bad weather.

On the ground.
Laying down.
Like those chicken.
The times just passing by.
Without seeing what on the top of our head.
Looking for sunshine that dry.
But still dark.
No shadow show.
Waiting and waiting for it.
No knows what it should be.
Is it this or that.
They go away.
They move away.
Ignore someone that ever care for them.
That ever help them.
One thing for sure.
Have they help you before.
Have they ever be with you before.
I don't know.
Maybe i am an elephant.
But who are they?
What makes it all complete.
For you to succeed with your life.
Without me.
Should i be the angel?
Or the stupid cupid?
End up like duh.
Sorry.
Empty.
No end.
The end.

Flappy Nude Yes

Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Revenge.
The Fallen.
Uprising.
With The Sun.
That Make The Come Back.
For More Than This.
For You Alone.
Here Come The Sun.
What A Bad Year.
Bad Yesterday.
For You And For Me.
Have A Nice Death.